Screams of terror can be heard within the halls of the ballroom
'' Oh please let me go. I am but a maiden who seeks for the meaning and pleasure of life. '' The maiden says in complete terror
The maestro lifted his hand to indicate the start of the piece
Music started to play inside the room
The poor maiden began dancing and dancing to the rhythm not having to practice or rehearse
Years have passed by yet music can still be heard within the room.
She was still dancing.
Dancing to the rhythm
Dancing to the light
A stage with no audience
She no longer sought for freedom
For she was no longer a maiden but a slave to there instruments
A slave to the real masterpiece of this world
The real meaning of art
'' Music. ''
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Stories of a Poet
Short StoryA '' poet '' is a person who writes poems. A mortal with a large variety of space for imaginations. Illusions that only one with a creative eye can see. But how about short stories? Does it have a meaning? Why dont you try and read it out? <3
